We rode out to the end of the highway to a place called Grand Isle. Grand Isle has the most hurricanes of any place in the North America, getting affected every 2-3 years and with a direct hit every 7 years. We asked a young guy why he stayed and his answer was simple, he said “this is home”.
Klaus’ bike sprung a leak in his front brake line while we were at the end of the road, so we did a temporary repair and rode back to Baton Rouge and the nearest BMW motorcycle dealer. Now we have an extra day in Baton Rouge. Bonus!
